da Tsarspears

1.12.12.1.8

Shall I compare Thee to a cool Night?Thou art more lovely and more greatsRough winds do shake the fly’n bat,And night lease hath all too short a timeSometimes too cool the eye of bird shines,And often is his white complexion dimm’dAnd every fair from fair sometimes declines,By chance or natures changing course untrimm’d:But Thy eternal shall not fade,Nor loose possession of that fair Thou ow’st,Nor shall death brag you wandr’st in his shade as Thou will not seek Death,Because Thy is the Eternal and never gimme grim,So long men can breath or eyes can see,So long lives this, and Thou gives life to us,